No man
Who thinks he owns
Another
Can be a great man.
Even if
Morality, ethics
Soullnessness of actions
Are, a moment, set aside
Man's statue crumbles
When much of his "greatness"
Is actually property
Of those whom he "owned".
And some day,
Some place
Even if only
In the corridors of Truth,
Of this re-claimed stone
All will find built
Their just-deserved homes
And monuments.
The more I learn,
The clearer I see it
Here and now.
I'm walking through
What, for now,
We still call
DC's National Mall
And, outside of structures
To Dr. King
And people fed
To the war machine
All I see
Are unmarked graves..
Rubble being hauled away
And unmarked graves...
Pausing at one,
I notice
A dented address sign
Emerging from crumbled stone.
It appears to me
That this potter's grave used to be
2 15th street
NW Washington.
No name here enscribed,
But one thing peculiar
For an nameless stone,
quite peculiar, for sure.
It, like others here,
In but one way
Was engraved.
Very, very clearly it read:
"No man
Who thinks he owns
Another
Can be a great man"
Thinks
Is the pivotal word. Victors of wars write history and edit out the rebellious spirit desirous of liberty. Well said. If we survive ourselves another hundred years, the generations between here and then might realize and actualize greatness in pmajorities.
Thank you. And I hope that it
Thank you. And I wish that it may come to pass as you hope. My apologies on a very, very delayed response. The last few months have unfortunately called me away from this wonderful place.